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About Winterthur

Her eyes, mate, sharp as a hawk’s. Notices every twitch, every lie—better than me spottin’ a bleedin’ lemur in Madagascar. Surprised me once, this one bird, knew my name afore I said it. “Heard you’re a Torcador,” she says, smirkin’. Cheeky cow! Had a laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Favorite bit? She’s untamed, unpredictable, like nature herself. “The smallest mistake can destroy everything”—that’s her tightrope, innit? One slip, game over.

What Red Light Ladies Reveal About the American West

Wil Gafney, Ph.D. | Womanists Wading in the Word You have the forehead of a woman whom men will call a whore to put you in your place.

Man, my dating site gigs let me see raw, intimate details no one else notices; the sparks, the sorrow, the gritty underbelly of romance. I remember one night, coding in a cramped flat off Spitalgasse, city lights shimmering in the rain… just like in that lovey movie. So many chances of love lost and found.

Minnesota United FC re-sign Wil Trapp